🕯~ In a world where dreams can be stolen and reality is a lie, I wander through the cracks in between, searching for truth in a sea of half-finished stories. The words I write are fragments of forgotten thoughts, the whispers of things never said, or perhaps, things I only wish to say. My pen does not speak for me-it speaks for the silence, the spaces between breaths where secrets hide, waiting to be uncovered. ~🕯